As much as love is rare
one can feel it only through a stare
One can feel it without even being aware
Not understanding the blushing, the nonsense, and the heart snare!
Such a tragedy never to experience love
To deny and tie it with taboos around
Good or bad, it’s pure and it’s there
And it’ll find you whether you avoid it or dare
I will not let you stain my pages of longing
Thwart me romanticising my thoughts and projecting my fantasies
Nor will I stop writing about its topic
No! Even in my shyness, I will not be unfair!